Near Home—September, 2017
Over the course of September, I made a number of trips to the bookstore nearest my home. Two were so empty of play that I made no notes at all about them in my “to be written up” file. The other two had moments that were good...
It’s a slow, slow night. The covering of the gloryholes is dealing a terrible blow to business here. More than I thought possible. On top of that, the straight porn is terrible. The gay porn is only ok, but passable. There are no men watching the horrid point of view video on the straight side. I am alone, at first, on the gay side, too. I settle in. Unbuckle and unbutton. I stroke a bit. Hoping for the door to open.
15 minutes later, it does.
Two men come in. Both are around my age. One has very silver hair, cropped short. The other has the remnants of the hair on his head scraped clean. Both are decently put together. They instantly open their pants. Maybe they have just come from the booths—where there is no room to play. Or maybe they are a couple who like to show off. There is no cruising moment between them—for the moment the Silver Daddy has his cock out, the other is on his knees—giving a wet sounding blowjob. I watch. And I’m thankful they seem to get off on being watched. Silver Daddy occasionally pulls his bigger than average cock out of the other man’s mouth and slaps it on the sucker’s cheek. And in the next instant he is plunging into the back of the throat of the cock sucker.
“You should suck that big cock,” Silver Daddy tells the Sucker. The Cocksucker nods and crawls to my chair. His eyes ask if it’s alright for him to please me. I nod and remove my hand. Damn, he’s good. The wet, slurping sounds are louder, now that he’s on my dick. Silver Daddy watches, stroking. But just for a moment. Then he’s up and offers his dick for me to suck. I hunch slightly and take him. This must turn the Sucker on—for he grunts his approval and re-doubles his efforts on me.
I rarely do this at a bookstore—and I am loving it. The Silver Daddy is letting me suck the way I like—I’m not just a hole for face fucking. The guy on my dick is giving me great head.
And just about the time I settle into the groove of two men using me—the cock is pulled from my mouth and the mouth is off my dick. Both men have turned away from me to shoot loads on the tile. The Silver Daddy’s arcs slightly towards the Sucker. The Sucker, still on his knees spews his load near my boots. They won’t let me so much as clean their dicks. They are wiped down with Wet Wipes and tucked away.
And those are the only men I see all evening. I choose not to waste my load on the linoleum.
And clean it again after he pulls it out of my mouth the first time…
Right at the end of month I went back in the late afternoon. This time the porn was horrid on the gay side. Very young men, who were pretty enough, but were seemingly not paid enough to look excited about the sexual acts they were performing. The straight video was perfect for me. It was a hot squirt video. (With my love of sexual body fluids, this should not surprise any of my readers.) Often I find that squirt videos really waste all that excess—that it jets out onto the floor or the couch the couple is fucking on. Here, there was almost always a second girl to luxuriate in the fluids that sprayed from another. And in the best scene for me, the man making it happen let it cover his face and mouth so he could share it with the squirting woman.
I am alone for the first few scenes of the video. I am jerking very, very happily. About half way through, I am joined on the couch by a Black man I’d never seen there before. He is maybe mid 30’s, good looking, though he carries a good 20 pounds of extra weight. He is dressed as though he’s just come from the office.
He takes one look at the movie and instantly he is hard. He begins squeezing his dick under his pinstriped pants. The scene—with just two performers—finishes. A threeway starts. The man’s bulge gets bigger.
“Fuck that’s nasty,” he says the first time the girl takes the squirt full in her face. “Hot!” I stroke. He kneads as we watch.
“You aren’t going to bother me if you want to stroke it,” I tell him. Now there’s an understatement…
He looks at me again. (For he really has been watching the movie, not me.) Then he unzips and pulls out a beautiful eight incher.
The movie only gets hotter—for both of us. The man on the screen inserts a hollow core dildo in the female non-squirter’s ass. She lays on her back, ass in the air, next to the couch. The man than manually gets the squirter to shoot again and again until the dildo’s hollow core is full. Full all that viscous squirt juice. The man pulls it out, without spilling a drop.
My fellow stroker and I look at each other—what the fuck is he going to do with it?
The man on the screen pours it into the woman’s gaping asshole from which he has just pulled the dildo.
“Holy shit,” the man next to me says. His hand moves furiously over his ebony dick.
I watch as the man starts to fuck the overflowing ass of the woman on the floor. It’s just like a great piss fuck—fluid is pushed out with every stroke as he fucks her.
My companion stands up. He doesn’t want to get cum on his suit. I make an instantaneous decision. I slide to the floor. I take the head of his dick into my mouth just as he erupts. He looks down at me in shock—but not disgust.
He fires a huge load into my mouth—and I fire one just as big between his legs.
He lets me milk every drop out of his cock.